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 The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts, And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more.

man in the moon Came down too soon, And asked his way to Norwich: He went by the south, And burnt his mouth With supping cold pease-porridge.

sing you a song, Though not very long, Yet I think it as pretty as any; Put your hand in your purse, You'll never be worse, And give the poor singer a penny.